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At my eighteenth birthday celebration, my cousin gave me a half-scratched lottery ticket as a coming-of-age gift. When he realized I'd won twenty dollars, he suddenly demanded to buy the ticket from me for two hundred thousand. Something about it felt wrong, and I refused. Then he snapped. Like a man gone mad, he cursed me, wishing me dead, and in front of all the guests, shoved me off the balcony. Dozens of people watched, including my own parents, silently condoning him—joining in, shouting that I deserved to die. And then I opened my eyes… and I was back half an hour earlier. My cousin sneered, tossing the lottery ticket toward me, speaking the same familiar words.

In the world of werewolves, witches and vampires, aadhya a human always wondered if this is really the place she belongs to. No matter how many times she asked the question, the answer always remained the same… YES Her parents were one of the strongest beta couples (second in command) of their time on the whole continent. But even after having beta blood running in her veins, aadhya knew that she is different from all the werewolves that she have met in her whole life. She doesn’t have heightened senses of werewolves, she didn’t even transform into her wolf when she came of age which automatically made her “the pack’s weirdo”. Even after being treated as an outcast, bullied by other wolf

On their first anniversary, Della's husband suddenly found his fated mate Flora, and Della found herseff in a bind ever since. She couldn't give up her marriage and her chosen mate, even though Kylian's family ignored and abused her because she was an omega. The heartbreak was intense, but she couldn't let it go until- Kylian asked her to take the blame for Flora, and questioned her in a hush tone: "If it wasn't for the money or Luna's position, why on earth did you choose to stay after I found my fated mate?!" Della's heart was completely broken, and she chose true freedom. She rejected her husband, returned to her home, and resumed her true identity- the Lycan King's most favored dau

Book 1 : Mated To The Gay Alpha: Four To Tangle. Book2 : Four Can Play A Game. ''You smell different today,'' She said, as she nervously bites her lower lip. '' I got a new perfume,'' He lied confidently, hiding the nervousness in his voice. ''But…'' She tried speaking, but he pulled her closer by the waist and sealed his lips with hers, preventing her from asking further questions. In a world where werewolves, vampires, and hybrids are supernatural beings, humans are regarded as lesser beings, unworthy of being a mate with any of the supernatural beings. Catherine, a normal human, visited one of the biggest packs in California to see her sick Aunt who was a werewolf, But she had no ide

Book 1 Saints and Sinners She was the light to my dark. The saint to my sinner. with her innocent eyes and devilish curves. A Madonna that was meant to be admired but never touched. Until someone took that innocence from her. She left. The darkness in my heart was finally complete. I avenged her, I killed for her, but she never came back. Until I saw her again. An angel dancing around a pole for money. She didn’t know I owned that club. She didn’t know I was watching. This time I won’t let her escape. I will make her back into the girl I knew. Whether she likes it or not. Book 2 Judge and Jury I can’t stop watching her. I’m not even sure I want to. Taylor Lawson, blon

“I DEAD SET AGAINST THIS MARRIAGE.” “What do you mean son?”. Luna Amelia asked the raging Damien. “I will not sit and WATCH MY BROTHER MARRY A GOLD DIGGER LIKE HER!.” Damien spatted. “Damien!” “Son!”. “Brother!.” ****** Lucy agreed to marry her werewolf billionaire gay best friend Noah who is bent on hiding his identity as a gay to the werewolf community. Everything was going according to plan until his brother Alpha Damien returned and opposed the wedding. He expressed his dislike for Lucy and swore not to allow the wedding to happen. Damien hated humans ever his fated mate who is a human stole a huge amount of money and then left him. Damien was bent on not

When Edie Marshall meets a mysterious - and drop-dead gorgeous - man in the woods just outside her small town, she has no idea who he is or where he’s come from.She has no idea why she has such an instant, intense connection with this dangerous-looking man, with his arms full of tattoos and his deep, velvety voice.She has no idea why she trusts him enough to tell him things she’s never told anyone else.And she definitely has no idea that their brief, passionate encounter will lead to her getting pregnant.It’s only then that she learns her “mystery man” from the woods is actually Rafe Fontaine - celebrity, Hollywood royalty, and notorious womanizer.Can she trust her heart - and her baby - to

//READ WOLF DEN BEFORE READING THIS BOOK// "Ok what the hell they actually want, they want to destory us hole White Clan isn't" Team ask in frustration. "Not only that" Ash said while look all of them, four of them start him with wide eyes. "Then" Rose asked. "They only don't want destory us, they want destory hole government and rule all over the World, and they want something from us, or I can say someone from us" Ash told them. "Who?" Rose asked. "Donna, their Donna and Balck Clan King partner" Ash said. "W-What" Team shutter. "Yes we have their Donna"

Ashley is back into his hometown to settle down for good only to have the misfortune of living with this obnoxiously handsome CEO of Potent Club Brewery, Trent Xavier Easton who also happened to have a secret identity of his own.Read as feelings bloom and emotions gets ahead of these young men and as secrets of their past intertwine with one another with fates controlling the flow of their lives.Will they reach a happy ever after? Or will their love story be denied by the destiny... again?

I’m on my knees again, wrists bound tight behind my back with silk that bites just enough to remind me who owns me tonight. He circles slow, leather boots echoing on the marble, and I can already taste the salt of anticipation on my tongue. When he finally grips my hair and yanks my head back, his c**k—thick, veined, leaking—slaps heavy against my cheek. “Open,” he growls. I do, and he thrusts in deep, no warning, stretching my throat until my eyes water. The wet, choking sounds fill the room—gluck-gluck-gluck—as he f***s my mouth with brutal rhythm, hips snapping, balls slapping my chin. Every plunge forces a gag, spit dripping down my chest, but f**k, the burn in my jaw and the way he gr